Day 144

I want to bitch about the sailing club again. (Oy veh! Not again.)  More specifically, I want to yell and scream about one person who is seriously out of line. But not being a fan of beating dead horses, I will refrain from going off. I've belabored this enough. 

Andrea has a good metaphor for this: 

I'm the landlord of an apartment building with 100 apartments. I have a mix of awful tenants that I should simply evict and perfect tenants that I want to keep – very black and white, no shades of gray. The important question is: What number of apartments are the awful tenants taking up? 
 
The larger the number the more important it is to kick them out. (Metaphorically speaking.) 

The number I came up with yesterday morning was 20 to 30. Too high, right? Time to start knocking this number down. I think the best way for me to do this is to stop reacting to the BS like last night and simply work around it. Ignore those who cause me grief and gravitate to those who do not. So that's what I did this morning, I got the ball rolling to extract the person who was responsible for the recent drama from having a say in matters that are important to us. I feel good about this. Mostly because I didn't succumb to last night's anger and return fire.  Yeah, me...

I'm going to visit my mom this weekend. Am leaving early Thursday morning. I'm a little apprehensive about being there. Damian and I visited my mom the weekend before he died. This will be my first trip back since then. I don't think it will be a problem, but I can never be 100% certain. Grief does funny things, like hit me hard after the fact. I've had that happen two or three times already so I know what that feels like. 

Icky. 


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